Broken

It’s the leash
and the collar
which was worn
now just hang
on some peg
and when spied
can still hear 
the thumpity thump 
of wagging tail 
of once joy
now gone silent 
leash or collar 
ring or picture 
that loss of 
thing or someone 
that hole holds
a special place 
that nothing never 
will ever fill
and how does 
the heart beat
after it’s broken